Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Negris was worried about those believers. After all, there were so few believers, so it was better not to be affected.

"I'll go take a look." Duroken said, a mage who can cast eighth-level magic appeared nearby, and it would be difficult to feel at ease without investigating clearly.

"Let's go together," Negris said.

Duroken cast a spell on himself, his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, and then said: "I am in front, my lord keeps a vigilant distance from me."

This is a matter of course. As a subordinate, you must eliminate the danger for the adults in the front. Even if you encounter an attack, you can give the people behind you time to react.

From this point of view, Duroken is a qualified subordinate.

But Ange was a little puzzled. It wasn't until Negris explained to him that he understood what it meant, and immediately accelerated past Duroken: "I'm ahead."

This is a more reasonable formation, because Ange is only projected over, while Negris and Duroken are here.

However, this kind of caution didn't help, because he didn't meet anyone along the way, and when he arrived in Desert Town, he only saw a bunch of people who were at a loss.

Duroken went over to ask, and these people were all residents of Desert Town. When the thieves came, they killed those who dared to resist in the town, kidnapped all the women, and drove the rest out of the town.

These thieves seemed to be looking for something, so they stayed here and never left. Until this evening, a team of magicians and followers came, blocked all the thieves in the town, and ordered them to release the hostages.

After the thieves released the kidnapped women, the magician released Meteorfall, smashing the entire town and the thieves into a big hole.

Now, there is only a big pit left where the desert town used to be, and all the buildings in the town no longer exist.

Duroken asked suspiciously: "Although Meteor Fall is powerful, but the casting speed is too slow, won't those thieves run away?"

An old man who claimed to be the mayor said with a wry smile: "I ran away, but I was blocked by the followers of the mage and couldn't escape. Some of us wanted to ask the mage not to destroy the town, but we were followed by the mage. The player kicked to the side, alas, it's all gone now."

"Does the mage have many followers? Can so many thieves be blocked in the town?" Duroken asked.

"There are quite a lot, dozens of them." The old man said.

"For example, an assassin like you who pretends to be an old man?" Duroken asked curiously.

The old man's expression changed, his hunched back quickly straightened up, and he glared at Duroken sharply: "How did you find out?"

Duroken smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, I have no malicious intentions, and I have been staring at these thieves for a long time, I didn't expect to be preempted by you."

The old man suspiciously looked up and down Duroken, but he couldn't see the depth of the other party, which made him realize that the other party's strength might far surpass his own.

But this made him believe Duroken's words, because this kind of strength who can see through his disguise at a glance cannot be a thief.

The old man stretched out his hand to touch his face, wiped out a young face, then stroked his thumb between the eyebrows from bottom to top, and said, "Assassin's Phantom, may I ask your name?"

"You can just call me Jiri Gule Trakus Riero Bariwolf Kisbret." Duroken casually made up a name.

"Okay, Brett." Phantom narrowed his eyes, and gave Duroken a dangerous look. Obviously, he also saw that Duroken was playing tricks on him.

Duroken shrugged and asked indifferently, "Then why did you pretend to be the village chief?"

"See if there are any fish that slipped through the net. Now it seems that there are none, so the phantom will go first." The phantom wiped the center of his brow again, it seems that this is his way of saluting.

After speaking, his figure gradually faded.

Duroken quickly asked: "Why did you kill these thieves?"

The phantom disappeared into the night, but his voice still came: "Passing by, they are not pleasing to the eye."

Duroken continued to ask: "Then there is no need to bombard the town, where will I stay at night?"

The phantom didn't respond any more, as if it had already left.

Duroken moved his eyes, stared at another space and said, "I'm asking you, why did you blow up the town?"

"Ahem, how did you find me? It's just a blast. Why are there so many? It's so troublesome to go in and search each room. It's clean." A phantom voice sounded in the empty space: "Ahem, this time Really gone, goodbye."

Duroken's eyes moved, and quickly moved to the other side, staring at the empty space.

After a long while, curses and murmurs sounded in the empty space, and gradually faded away.

Duroken watched the other party go away, curled his lips in disdain.

Back to Ange, Duroken reported the situation of the investigation, and then analyzed it with Negris.

"It should be a mage team passing by. They couldn't understand what these thieves were doing, so they killed them casually. The corpses of those thieves were thrown aside. If they came for these thieves, they would at least take their bodies away."

Negris asked puzzledly: "If it's not pleasing to the eye, then why destroy the town? This style doesn't seem like a brave act."

Duroken said: "I guess, the mage's followers are a very professional team. They don't want to go into the town to search every house, so they encouraged the mage to bomb the town together."

"Didn't you say that there are still residents of the town to intercede?" Negris said.

"The one who said someone begged for mercy was also a member of the mage team, so I said they were very professional, and they left manpower to ambush. Obviously they wanted to kill the grass and roots. I am afraid that the residents of the town will not be able to see the mage, so they will be killed by followers. They stopped."

After Duroken's analysis, Negris suddenly had some guesses: "A noble mage who is ignorant of the world, with a group of professional followers, passed by here. He didn't like what the thieves did. Are they gone?"

Duroken nodded, and added: "Then those followers are in charge of the finishing touches. The mage has achieved the achievement of being righteous and brave, and left satisfied. When he returns to the reception later, he will have materials to blow the ruins and save a whole town by himself."

This is really like the style of those noble mages, doing whatever they want, and someone will clean up the mess they made, so they didn't realize that their meteor fell, and at the same time, they destroyed the shelter of the residents in the town.

How dangerous it would be to have no shelter in a desert where the temperature can drop below zero at night.

But no matter what, it was much better than thieves occupying the town. At least those women were rescued, and everyone started to clean up the ruins of the town and try their best to find usable supplies.

At this moment, An Ge suddenly looked up and looked in another direction outside the town.

Desert Town is located on the edge of the desert. On one side is a barren desert, and on the other side is not much better, a large area of ​​thin grass.

This kind of thin grass can't be used for grazing, but it will grow some mushrooms and rare herbs, which are the pillar industries of Desert Town. But now, from the side of the thin grass, there is a strong smell.

Before Ange could figure out what kind of aura it was, a pyrotechnic burst out in the dark night, and not long after, a horse carrying a female mage wearing a precious robe rushed out of the dark grass .

Beside the steed, there was an old man with his tongue sticking out, panting, and that face was a phantom that Duroken had seen not long ago.

Seeing a group of people in front of her, the female mage who was in a panic yelled, "Run! Run! Undead flood, it's undead flood! Oops!"

I don't know what tripped, the horse knelt forward, fell to the ground, threw the female mage off, and couldn't get up again.

The female mage got up and wanted to turn around to see the condition of the horse, but was dragged back by the phantom that was chasing her, and continued to run forward.

The female mage cried, looked at the fallen horse with tears in her eyes, and ran staggeringly. After running a few steps, she quickly cast a speed of fire on herself and the phantom. Steep increase.

Running past Duroken, Huanmiannian said for the sake of meeting: "Run, the undead flood, it's the skeleton tide, run quickly."

The rest of the residents had already dispersed. When the female mage yelled just now, they ran desperately towards the desert. Even the wounded who were lying on the door planks struggled to get up, limping and turning. Guai ran forward desperately, showing the power of the undead flood.

Ange, who had never heard of the undead flood, was looking into the distance with his eyes wide open at the moment. Soon, two blue flames appeared in the darkness, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps floating in the cemetery. But why is it a pair?

Before everyone could figure it out, there was another pair...two pairs, three pairs, four, five, six, seven, eight pairs, and in the darkness in the distance, a line of 'wild fire' suddenly appeared, extending to both sides to an invisible end .

This is no will-o'-the-wisp, this is clearly the eye socket of a skeleton.

As these skeletons moved, behind them appeared another row, two rows, three, four, five, six rows... a steady stream of skeletons poured out of the darkness like a tide.

Duroken couldn't help but panic too, are there so many? Do you want to run? Will they attack liches?

At this moment, Ange arched his waist and let out a silent howl with his soul.

The whistling of the soul is silent and slowly spread, only undead creatures can perceive it.

The originally fast surging tide suddenly slowed down. If it was running, it has now become a wandering, surging tide has become a flowing stream.

"What did you do? How could these skeletons obey your orders?" Negris asked in shock.

Ange tilted his head and said, "I'll let them not run away."

The undead flood that lost its speed seemed to have also lost its destructive power. The skeletons changed from running to wandering, and came to the vicinity of Ange. After seeing Ange, they suddenly turned and wandered to other places at a faster speed.

Behind the tide of undead, more than a dozen necromancers looked at the tide of skeletons that was gradually slowing down, with question marks all over their heads: "What happened? Why did it slow down?"

"Is there any obstacle in front? Such as a river ditch? Otherwise, why did it slow down?"

"Impossible, we have studied the route, and there is no obstacle that can hinder the Skeleton Sea."

"Then why did they stop?"

"Could it be... there is a territory of high-ranking undead creatures in front?" A mage said hesitantly.

In an instant, all the necromancers were silent, and looked at each other for a while, and both of them saw that everyone's faces were slowly turning pale.

Thank you, Lord Shang, who shocked the Seven Kingdoms and rewarded him.